Tuesday, August 19, 2003

Special Delivery

Yesterday I felt like having a short afternoon so I decided to take my lunch at 1:00. Then I could be back at 2 and only have 3 hours left of the day. I had originally intended to pack my lunch and eat at the office, but I'd forgotten to pack one. So at 1:00 I rushed over to mattress store and paid off the rest of my bed and then headed home for some quick lunch. The traffic was terrible, and I didn't get back to the apartment until 1:35. I knew I was gonna be late coming back to work. I put some corndogs in the oven and sat down to watch some cartoons to pass the time. The doorbell rang. I was a little nervous. I was home alone, and I knew there were some questionable characters outside working on the lawn (the kind who look you up and down when you walk by and say things like "Mmm, he-eyy. Hola, baby.") I peeked through the hole and saw a harmless looking old man. I opened the door slightly and the man said, "Are you Lori?" In his left hand was a clipboard. In his right was a rose. I gave him a wild grin and said yes I am. He gave me the rose, and I knew exactly who it was from. I thanked him, shut the door, and eagerly read the card. "I miss you lots, Scott."

God works in interesting ways. If I had just packed my lunch, or gone to lunch when I usually do, I would have missed the surprise. It wouldn't have been so special if I'd gotten a little "Sorry we missed you" card, or if one of my roommates had to pick it up. It made my day. I went back to work ecstatic.

I received a special delivery from Scotland. From a wonderful boy named Scott. Funny how things change. I'm floating on air.

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lori arnold mcfarlane

is a blogger and author living in Arkansas.

When she's not writing, working or herding her three children and asshole cat, Lori enjoys quietly reading (any book will do), drinking hot tea (milk, no sugar), exercising (sometimes) and when the notion hits, sewing, baking or crafting.

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